Friday, 9 February 2018

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday. Awesome writers have a given picture to get inspired by, but only one hundred words, no more, no less. I hope you enjoy my take on this picture, please let me know. Then follow the links to show the other writers some love.

The table and chairs
plus the single flower had been left out, forgotten on the beach.
Just like Katy felt. Forgotten. She had hoped that this holiday would
bring the possibility of a rekindled love flame, but all they had
done was sit and talk for hours, about nothing in particular. She
felt the tide was coming in on the table, yet with their marriage it
was ebbing.

Strong arms reached
around her waist and gently turned Katy around, then drew her close.
As she looked up, her husband said, “Katy honey, can you ever
forgive me? I love you.”

Wednesday, 7 February 2018

Welcome to Midweek Tease. As always we give a big thank you to Angelica Dawson who organizes the Tease each week.

This week my offering carries on the scene from last week. Sorcha is introduced to her living quarters and other maids. Enjoy. Then please click the links to read the other teases. Remember, all comments are gratefully accepted.

Sorcha ate the sandwich
and drank her drink gratefully and quickly, almost greedily, for she
didn't realize just how in need of sustainance she was. She hadn't
had anything to eat for hours. When the cook looked over and saw her
empty plate she laughed.

“Well, that seemed to
go down well, didn't it. Now don't you worry about washing your
plate. You'll get plenty of washing up once you actually start work.”

“Thank you. I suppose
I'd better get some rest now. Could you tell me where to go.”

Mrs O'Dowd called over
in the direction of the scullery. “Beth, Fran, leave that and come
here. I have a job for you.”

Amidst moans and
groans, the two scullery maids ambled over. Both girls looked in their latter teens. The cook introduced
Sorcha to them and said, “An extra bed has been put in your room.
Sorcha is to sleep there, so please take her there now, then come
back to finish your work. She'll need to rest after her journey
before starting work tomorrow. And Sorcha, you will find your uniform
on the bed.”

“Yes cook.”

Sorcha picked up her
bag and followed the two girls back out of the kitchen, round to the
back of the building to a small, sparse room under some stairs, next to a
broom cupboard.

“I'm sorry about the
size of the room,” Fran said as she led her inside. “And it looks
even smaller now there's a third bed in it.” Fran was small, skinny
and had whisps of dark hair escaping from underneath her white cap.
She spoke with a cockney accent.

Beth on the other hand
was plump and had blond hair. Her accent was more northern; Sorcha
recognized it from when she first arrived in England. “Looks like
your bed needs to be made up. I'll help you. Anything to avoid the
scullery.”

“Oh, thank you,”
Sorcha said. “And don't worry about the size of the room. I'm used
to small, overcrowded rooms back in Ireland.”

Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Welcome to Tuesday,our time to tantalize and tease. Awesome writers, bring you 200 word teasers inspired by a self chosen picture. This week, my teaser carries on from last week's scene in my WIP The Locket. Enjoy.

Follow the links to find the other teasers and show them some love.

Taking the book from
Sorcha, he glanced at the title and placed it on a table, along with
his cap. Moonbeams danced across and illuminated the his features.
Sorcha looked up again,worriedly. She expected a scolding, or at
worst to be dismissed from her job. In the moment that his face was
lit upShe noticed how tall and good looking he was with striking
features and still sparkling blue eyes. His hair was short and well
groomed, and he looked as though he was about to smile. Sorcha
regarded him as rather handsome and dropped her head again, rather
embarrassed for thinking such a thing.

"We have a
situation here don't we, Sorcha, I'm the new maid." She heard
him say in rich deep tones. "Have you any idea who I am?"

"I'm Reginald, or
more correctly, Officer Reginald Grantham of the Royal Navy. I'm
eldest son and heir to Grantham House, including all this. So really,
I should scold you." He smiled down at her. "Don't worry.
I'm not going to tell mad Madison about this."

Sunday, 4 February 2018

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! I've returned after a break from writing. Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated.My offering this week is from my WIP The Locket. It carries on from last week, with Jake away from home with work, ends up in a hotel bed with a secretary Sonia. Enjoy.Weekend Writing Warriors

Jake grinned, moving
closer to Sonia and wrapping both arms around her body. He rolled
her over onto her back, his arms and legs either side of hers.
""You're a very bad influence on me, I could stay here all
day with you." He leaned down and kissed her lips. "But
I've just remembered it's the final day of this conference, and we'll
both be missed tonight at the dinner. Also, won't your manager be
missing you?"

"I don't fancy
her, I fancy you. But you're right, we should get up now."

Jake searched around
for his phone and looked at the call log. "Fuck, my wife tried
to call me!"

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences from a book or WIP, posted on a Sunday. This week my snippet carries on from last week, a scene from a WIP The Locket. More about Sonia alone with Jake in the mens room after Sonia, a secretary, but not his, followed him there. Enjoy. Then please follow the links and show some love to the others.

Jake watched Sonia edge nearer to him.
The heady aroma of her perfume filled his head and started playing havoc with
his senses. “Bad girl,” he growled, knowing this was wrong and yet unable to resist the situation.

He pressed one hand
into the small of her back, and drew Sonia close up against him,
her ample breasts heaving against his chest. Then, cupping the back
of Sonia's head with the other hand, Jake tilted it slightly.

With a fiery
passion, Jake nibbled on her bottom lip and pressed his lips
against hers with short hot kisses that almost bruised her lips.
Briefly pausing, catching his breath, he carressed her bum,
bunching her skirt up and exposing her suspenders.

Friday, 2 February 2018

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday. Awesome writers have a given picture to get inspired by, but only one hundred words, no more, no less. I hope you enjoy my take on this picture, please let me know. Then follow the links to show the other writers some love.

"Akiak!"
Uki, a young Inuit woman called through the forest as she searched for
her wolf friend. She eventually spied him, lying down with his head resting on his huge brown furry paws.

Akiak was special. The
abandoned wolf cub had grown up around Uki, becoming a protector; creating a bond.

She discovered him
lying under a tree and knelt down on the ground directly in front of
him. Pressing her fingertips in the thick fur she looked directly
into his soulful eyes.

Uki fought back her
tears. "Our family are moving on. I just wish you could come
too."

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Welcome to Midweek Tease. As always we give a big thank you to Angelica Dawson who organizes the Tease each week.

This week my offering carries on the scene from last week which can be read here. Sorcha meets sothers she will be working with. Enjoy. Then please click the links to read the other teases. Remember, all comments are gratefully accepted.

“Well don't stand
there dawdling. Come inside.” Mrs Madison had a sharp tongue,
almost as severe as the long dark sombre dress with high collar that
she wore. Sorcha didn't recognize the dialect, but it was nothing like the Irish accent she knew so well. From the way she waved her arm to show Sorcha the way inside
seemed like she was herding cattle.

She gladly stepped
inside finding herself directly in the large kitchen, then sat down
on the three legged woodenn stool she was offered. She looked around
and tried to take in her surroundings.

The kitchen had a stone
floor, a huge ceramic sink, with a large window over. and wooden

cupboards were around
the walls. A large cooking range was at one wall and copper pots and
pans hung up overhead. In the centre of the room stood a large wooden
table that looked well worn. One or two maids stood, working in a
small scullery at the far end of the kitchen, busy doing washing.
They seemed happy in their work, chatting and laughing. A small plump
rosy cheeked woman in a white dress and hat, whom Sorcha took in
cook, who was preparing vegetables for a meal. Warmth and welcoming
aromas from the range filled the air and surrounded surrounded
Sorcha.

Mrs Madison seemed in a
hurry to get off. She look down at Sorcha saying, “Introduce
yourself to everyone here and maybe cook can find you some supper.
You'll have to sleep with the other girls tonight, and I'll see you
in here at six am sharp to go through your duties.” Without so
much as a smile she turned on her heel and disappeared through a door
into the main house.

Once the housekeeper
had left the room Sorcha looked over to the cook and smiled,
introducing herself. In return she got a smile as the cook started to
make her a sandwich and pour cup of tea. “Hello Sorcha. Don't you mind Mrs Madison and her temper. She's like that with everyone. I'm Mrs O'Dowd, from your part of this world so it's nice to have a fellow Irish worker here. I expect you are hungry
after your long journey” She pushed the plate and cup toward
Sorcha. “Here, have these, then the girls will show you to your
sleeping quarters.”

The faint Irish lilt was comforting to Sorcha.“Thank you, you are
very kind,” she replied as she drew her stool up to the table. “Yes, I am tired, and don't want to
be late in the morning.”

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Welcome to Tuesday,our time to tantalize and tease. Awesome writers, bring you 200 word teasers inspired by a self chosen picture. This week, my teaser carries on from last week's scene in my WIP The Locket. Enjoy.

As the heavy oak door
closed, a waft of air disturbed the velvet curtain that shielded
Sorcha. She drew her knees up closer, until they touched her chest,
breathed in and touched the silver locket that hung around her neck.
She held her breath and hoped fervently that she would not be
discovered. Her prayers were to no
avail, however, as a strong, tanned hand drew back the curtain.

"Well well. What
do we have here? Who are you? A thief and a stowaway maybe?"

All colour drained from
Sorcha's face and she looked up, a little frightened, into the face
of a tall, rather dashing stranger dressed in a naval uniform. She
reckoned him to be about thirty and appeared from the markings on his
uniform to have an officers rank. Sorcha reconed from his voice he was used to giving orders, although at this moment his blue eyes
sparkled and he was doing his utmost not to smile at her.

Sorcha climbed down
from the windowseat and handed him the book. "If you please Sir,
I'm Sorcha, the new maid. I only wanted to borrow the book for a few
minutes, I promise not to do it again."

Sunday, 28 January 2018

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! I've returned after a break from writing. Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated.My offering this week is from my WIP The Locket. Here, Jake, away from home at a works conference, wakes up in a hotel bed with a secretary Sonia. EnjoyWeekend Writing Warriors

Jake awoke with a
sudden start in his hotel room to the sound of his phone ringing,
but couldn't remember where he'd put it, so unfortunately it rang
off. He shrugged, and lying back, looking down at his nakedness plus
the evidence of clothes strewn about the floor, the realization of
earlier bedroom antics hit Jake. He turned, on the very crumpled
sheets, leaned up on one elbow and gazed upon the equally naked woman
who had just awoken, laying in the bed next to him.

Reaching over to her,
he gently lifted a stray lock of her tousled blond hair from in front
of her eyes and brushed it away from her face. "There, that's
better," he said.

"Thank you,"she
smiled, then puckered her full, pink lips and blew him a kiss.

Jake ran gentle
fingertips down her arm and blew a kiss in return. "You're
beautiful, and I'm a naughty boy."

Hi there, I've rejoined Sexy Snippets. Sexy Snippets are seven sentences from a book or WIP, posted on a Sunday. Please follow the links after reading mine to find the other Sexy Snippets. This week my snippet comes from a WIP The Locket. Here we find Sonia alone with Jake, having followed him out of a business meeting.

“You're asking me
questions that I don't want to answer right now. Anyway, why did you
follow me?” Jake looked down at the blond bombshell with full,
pink, oh so kissable lips. He was gradually succumbing to temptation
as he glanced at her white silk blouse, that gaped slightly and
offered up a promise of the smooth pale flesh of her plump brasts.
Jake parted his legs a little more, bending one knee, as life sprung
to his groin and his cock started throbbing.

Her response was to
hold of his navy blue tie with one hand, twisted and almost yanked it
from his neck. He ended up so close to her that each hot exhaled
breath dropped on her face.